I live on a farm in southwestern Virginia with my family, cats, goats, Great Pyrenees goat guards, and assorted wildlife. People & creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins -- the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-20th century -- seem to be sticking around for a while yet.I am a Seattle native (when I used to live in the Metro DC area, I loved telling people I was from "the other Washington") and a direct descendent of 20th century Russian nobility. My paternal grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of my novels. Another novel in the queue will involve my husband's ancestor, the 7th-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.For the time being, however, I have plenty of work to do in creating my projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon's Dove Chronicles.

Kim's latest is Science Fiction/Fantasy Time Travel Romance
KING ARTHUR'S SISTER IN WASHINGTON'S COURT
(it has its own Twitter hash tag, #KASIWC)

Read about KASIWC and an excerpt of the screenplay:

Morgan le Fay, 6th-century Queen of Gore and the only major character not killed off by Mark Twain in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, vows revenge upon the Yankee Hank Morgan. She casts a spell to take her to 1879 Connecticut so she may waylay Sir Boss before he can travel back in time to destroy her world. But the spell misses by 300 miles and 200 years, landing her in the Washington, D.C., of 2079, replete with flying limousines, hovering office buildings, virtual-reality television, and sundry other technological marvels. Whatever is a time-displaced queen of magic and minions to do? Why, rebuild her kingdom, of course—two kingdoms, in fact: as Campaign Boss for the reelection of American President Malory Beckham Hinton, and as owner of the London Knights world-champion baseball franchise.

Written as though by the old master himself, King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court by Mark Twain as channeled by Kim Iverson Headlee offers laughs, love, and a candid look at American society, popular culture, politics, baseball...and the human heart.

INT. QUEEN MORGAN’S DC APARTMENT - DAY (January, 2081)
Juxtaposition of shiny modern penthouse apartment in Rosslyn,
Virginia (featuring outstanding view across Potomac of
monuments, museums & Capitol) with trappings similar to those
inside Queen Morgan’s ancient castle. Queen Morgan packs for
relocation to London. Clarice works at her laptop. Luggage
everywhere, various types & sizes, in various stages of fill.

QUEEN MORGAN It does so satisfy my soul to own some Knights once again.

CLARICE Care to share how much it cost?

QUEEN MORGAN Evil wench! Have you not enough work searching for another man I might hire as general manager? The team trustees hired the last one, and I do not trust them to avoid making another mistake. The MLB will release the sale details soon enough. Let us say it was a mountain of treasure.

QUEEN MORGAN I appreciate that. President Malory has become as a sister to me...

Queen Morgan holds up another dress, a sexy little black one.

CLARICE Please tell me about him.

QUEEN MORGAN Excuse me?

CLARICE I think about someone now and then, too-- David, the man who didn’t return from the mission to extract your brother. He never knew how I felt about him.

QUEEN MORGAN The monk you mentioned the day we met... I am sorry. My lover’s name is-- was Sir Accolon.

Queen Morgan paces, drawing the dress through her fingers.

QUEEN MORGAN (CONT’D) Sir Launcelot and Sir Gawaine-- and King Arthur-- were the only knights ever to best him in single combat. Accolon was big and strong, yet as a lover he was as tender as any virgin maid could ever wish. His intellect rivaled mine, as did his eagerness to help right the wrongs Arthur inflicted upon me.

Queen Morgan presses dress over her heart and keeps pacing.

QUEEN MORGAN (CONT’D) Accolon’s hair was as glossy-black as a raven's wing, and he kept it short-cropped in the old Roman style. It had a most endearing curl. His eyes were a fathomless shade of blue...

She halts in front of her monitor, tuned to a video montage
of SANDY CARTER, 40s, a baseball player/scout/coach/manager.

QUEEN MORGAN (CONT’D) Lord God and all His angels in Heaven! Who is that? And if you say Accolon, I shall blast you into next week.

CLARICE And make it stick. Yes, ma’am. (facing monitor) Alexander Leroy “Sandy” Carter, second baseman and 2057 World Series MVP for the Yankees. He retired his glove in '65 and spent the next several years as a Yankee scout and coach. The Red Sox hired him as a triple-A manager in '72.

Clarice directs full attention toward Queen Morgan.

CLARICE (CONT’D) He’s managing their big club now.

QUEEN MORGAN If this man is so valuable, why did Ira Desmorel let him go, and to none other than the Yankees’ most ancient and hated of rivals? Or was the move Mr. Carter’s idea?

Video clip shows Sandy getting into a dugout brawl with a
fellow YANKEE COACH. Clip rolls, showing more fights,
including boardrooms and bars, during dialog.

CLARICE His points are valid. He just doesn’t bother to curb his temper.

QUEEN MORGAN So it was with Accolon... (appreciative whistle) Even today Alexander Carter has a-- how do you say it in this century? Nice abs?

CLARICE (grins) Those, too.

QUEEN MORGAN But he is not available.

CLARICE For the right price, Queen Morgan, anyone is.

QUEEN MORGAN Of course. That never changes.

Queen Morgan twitches her hand to don the sexy black dress.
She touches a computer key to open a chat window, and she
strikes a sultry pose. Connection opens to show Sandy in his
Boston Red Sox office.